After they moved into a retirement apartment complex, my mother – AKA “She Who Must Be Obeyed” – was determined to have the cat declawed. In one of the rare cases of her not getting things her way, my dad would not allow it.
I suspect it had something to do with the six toes that were amputated in 1945.
Actually, Marcy, get YOUR caboose down to HR and make a report, because this is a situation that can get you in a ton of hot water.